A song on my I-pod reminds me of my sweet, departed Grandpa, and I got inspired to scan some old pictures. Words cannot describe what having these Grandparents meant to me. Two of the kindest souls this world has ever known have long been reaping their heavenly reward, but I still think of them often and am so grateful that I had the privilege of knowing them. December 7th would have been Grandpa's birthday, and every year I remember his big smile (seen here with a 13-year old Traci- sorry Traci), his big kind heart, his long, wild stories (and the way he told them), and some of his funny, cute quirks- esp. later in life. Anyway, the musicion on the top has the song that always takes me down memory lane.
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Whoo hoo! I'm lookin' good in my Doctor blouse, blue vest and parted bangs! For some reason I can't get the music to work.
Weird- the music seems to be not working...anyway, it's Alan Jackson's "Small Town Southern Man". Most of the song makes sense, when you think about him- except replace the "southern" with Montana.
It's a treat to see those pictures. I clearly remember Uncle Stanley when I was a little kid - and Aunt Evelyn too. I remember sleeping upstairs in their house - top of the stairs on the right. I remember what the back yard looked like - it seemed really big. I remember Uncle Stanley inventing a garden-hose roller or something like that. I remember what the house looked like inside, especially the kitchen. I remember a lot about him. I remember liking to go over to their house.
Did they have a dog?
Hi Lane,
They never had a pet when I came along- except my Grandmother's gentle love of every squirrel and crow that was fortunate enough to find her big garden and leftover waffles. Mom talks about having a dog named Laddie (a collie) when they were young- but I don't think they had one in Seattle.
They were amazing people. Just loved them (still do) endlessly.
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